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"And since one must provide a fine hair-net for a groundwork, to imitate the flesh-tint of the scalp, and since each hair of the parting must be treated separately, and since the natural wave of the hair must be reproduced, and since you will also need a block for it to stand on at nights to guard its shape " "But since one has already blocks," interposed Madame Dépine.

They had not changed the name of the brew: it is not only in religious evolutions that old names are a comfort. They walked to the hairdresser's in silence. The triumphal procession had become almost a dead march. Only once was the silence broken. "I suppose they have invited you down for the wedding?" said Madame Dépine. "Yes," said Madame Valière. They walked on.

"It is an idea," replied Madame Valière. And then each stared involuntarily at the other's head. They had shared so many things that this new possibility sounded like a discovery. But the light died out of their eyes, as Madame Dépine recognised that the "Princess's" skull was hopelessly long, and Madame Valière recognised that Madame Dépine's cranium was hopelessly round.

"In my own carpet-bag," she added with a terrible recollection. "She wished to wear it at night against the hard back of the carriage, and guard the other all glossy for the wedding." Madame Dépine quavered pleadingly, but she could not quite believe herself. "The wedding had no more existence than the Princess," returned Madame la Propriétaire, believing herself more and more.

Then both started, and coloured to the roots of their wigs. Simultaneously they realised that they had spoken to each other. As they went up the stairs together for Madame Dépine had quite forgotten she was going out an immense relief enlarged their souls.

"Not so soon," sighed Madame Valière. "But then it is not only one client that she cheats." "Ah! at that rate wigs fall from the skies," admitted Madame Valière. "Especially if one has not to give dowries to one's nieces," said Madame Dépine, boldly. "And if one is mean on New Year's Day," returned Madame Valière, with a shade less of mendacity.

In a week it shall be ready, and you shall only pay on delivery." "You are very good. But I shall not need it yet not till the winter when the snows come," said Madame Dépine, vaguely. "Bon jour, monsieur;" and, thrusting the old wig on the new block, and both under her shawl, she dragged the "Princess" out of the shop.

She was going by a night train from the Gare de Lyon, and sternly refused to let Madame Dépine see her off. "And how would you go back an old woman, alone in these dark November nights, with the papers all full of crimes of violence? It is not convenable, either."

But did she tell you of her mother, too, and the fruit-barrow?" "I knew her mother une brave femme." "I do not say not," said Madame Dépine, a whit disconcerted. "Nevertheless, when one's mother is a merchant of the four seasons " "Provided she sold fruit as good as this! Take another fig, I beg of you." "Thank you. These are indeed excellent," said Madame Dépine.

"As you please. But I ought to have been on my guard. Where did she take the funds for a grey wig?" "Ah, the brown wig!" cried Madame Dépine, joyfully. "She must have left that behind, and any coiffeur will give you three weeks' rent for that alone." "We shall see," replied Madame la Propriétaire, ambiguously.